Then the black brows came together above the vivid
blue eyes, and thought swiftly closed the door upon his immediate
surroundings.
Things had not sped at all well with him in the past fortnight since
his acceptance of the King's commission. There had been trouble
with Bishop from the moment of landing. As Blood and Lord Julian
had stepped ashore together, they had been met by a man who took
no pains to dissemble his chagrin at the turn of events and his
determination to change it. He awaited them on the mole, supported
by a group of officers.
"You are Lord Julian Wade, I understand," was his truculent greeting.
For Blood at the moment he had nothing beyond a malignant glance.
Lord Julian bowed. "I take it I have the honour to address Colonel
Bishop, Deputy-Governor of Jamaica." It was almost as if his
lordship were giving the Colonel a lesson in deportment. The
Colonel accepted it, and belatedly bowed, removing his broad hat.
Then he plunged on.
"You have granted, I am told, the King's commission to this man.
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